Dark hues of midnight blue close in -claustrophobia is a word -for a feeling not actual happening Sometimes… I fly light challenging a kite -kiss horizons visualise worlds unseen -and write Forgive me, blues for all my life -I kept fighting my personal skies https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/21/quadrille-112-the-skys-the-limit-in-44-words/
west is where the sun sets, just to restmountains envelope the blazing sun-erased memories of the day callwith dusk, nightfall, imagined endings-azure, colour of hope now morphinginto grey, navy and then charcoalspring is a while away, not too farcool minds reflect, it's not end of day P.S The prompt line is from Les Murray ‘September’ … Continue reading Nightfall
Background with Starry night sky. Falling Snow Effect. Galaxy I envy stars. They reflect borrowed light, and make the night worthwhile. They twinkle unashamedly, unmindful of their tiny size. They are a constant in the sky, not afraid of the density of passing clouds. Denizens of the earth write stories and songs around them. In … Continue reading Starry nights
ORIGINAL POEM I struggled I strived burnt midnight oil binged on knowledge be they books webinars or value-adding conversations I battled Scarcity of time to gather thoughts process write publish I tapped inner resources dug canals pathways for expression became a medium for thought energy to flow effortlessly -all done to make an impact -and … Continue reading Write like a dog, edit like a cat
It’s always you, it’s not me, Mercury riding on your back with light you interact playing a game designed to sell You pass judgements on me…. You catch reflections bouncing back from my skin my core you’ll never catch it lies so deep beneath I master language write self-portraits use a few filters from fave … Continue reading It’s always me
separated by screens and masks connected by devices I often wonder if I hear them correctly humans spend more time peeping inwards eavesdropping to hear the voice of your conscience and soul strangers we have been not sure if more to ourselves or others https://dversepoets.com/2020/09/07/quadrille-111-whats-that-rustling-in-the-eaves/
Mountains and trees defined levels for us. Measurements have to start from where we are, and go up or down. What is the concept of height for a Mount Everest champion? They look below and celebrate. But do they nurse any ambition of touching the Moon? We look below us and name the seasons - … Continue reading Of hikes and spikes
There is a peculiar Indian term "wheatish complexion" used for medium skin tones. This poem is about a father's hopes for his bright daughter, who does not rank high on the 'light skin' scales. Her smiles lovelier than flowers in full bloom brighten my day more than the sun her almond eyes twinkle with mirth, … Continue reading Medium
Denying his hollowness he looks for people who engage with inane stuff say ‘you’re great’. Failing to find a purpose in life he averts eyes from real inner problems. He loves worlds Which echo escapism “Bumming around, eh? Wish I was in your place…” https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/24/quadrille-110-shall-we-bum-around-a-bit/
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